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lightofdaye) wrote2023-08-31 06:41 pm
lightofdaye) wrote2023-08-31 06:41 pm
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Ficlet: Featherweight (Bill/Hermione)
Title: Featherweight
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Bill Weasley/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 265
Content: PWP, teasing, vaginal sex (doggy style)
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Bill distracts Hermione with what she loves most.
A/n: Un'beta'd. Written for Day 31 of "31 Days Of Weasleys" at![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
weasleyjumpers for the prompts: "Bill/Hermione" and "Quill". Final entry!!!
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Bill Weasley and Hermione Granger were in her room one day, writing letters. Growing bored of it, Bill reached out and ran the soft end of a quill down Hermione's arm. The corner of her lip twitched but she made no other reaction. Bill ran it up and down her forearm.
"Stop it," Hermione said trying to bat it away. "Don't put that there."
"Where would you like it?" Bill teased and brushed her cheek with it instead.
"It's a quill, it's not for that," Hermione said.
"I'm improvising," Bill said, tickling her under the chin with it. "Don't you want to know how creative I am?"
He let the tip of the quill follow the line of Hermione's neck down until it reached her collar line between the collars of her blouse. When Hermione's eyes fluttered, half-lidded and she bit her lip, he knew he had her.
Bill actually wasn't that creative Hermione thought as she fell into his arms, they kissed intensely, their hands clawing at each other's clothes but he was very good at the same old same old.
Hermione ended up on her hands and knees in her bed with Bill pounding into her from behind, his hands moving gently over a body in a delicious counterpoint to the hard thrusts of his hips.
Clawing at her sheets, Hermione came, calling Bill's name as she did so and he wasn't fair behind.
They collapsed on the bed together, covered in musk, sweat… and ink handprints.
"I told you a quill wasn't for that!" Hermione wailed.
Bill just shrugged and smiled, content.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Bill Weasley/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 265
Content: PWP, teasing, vaginal sex (doggy style)
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Bill distracts Hermione with what she loves most.
A/n: Un'beta'd. Written for Day 31 of "31 Days Of Weasleys" at
weasleyjumpers for the prompts: "Bill/Hermione" and "Quill". Final entry!!!---
Bill Weasley and Hermione Granger were in her room one day, writing letters. Growing bored of it, Bill reached out and ran the soft end of a quill down Hermione's arm. The corner of her lip twitched but she made no other reaction. Bill ran it up and down her forearm.
"Stop it," Hermione said trying to bat it away. "Don't put that there."
"Where would you like it?" Bill teased and brushed her cheek with it instead.
"It's a quill, it's not for that," Hermione said.
"I'm improvising," Bill said, tickling her under the chin with it. "Don't you want to know how creative I am?"
He let the tip of the quill follow the line of Hermione's neck down until it reached her collar line between the collars of her blouse. When Hermione's eyes fluttered, half-lidded and she bit her lip, he knew he had her.
Bill actually wasn't that creative Hermione thought as she fell into his arms, they kissed intensely, their hands clawing at each other's clothes but he was very good at the same old same old.
Hermione ended up on her hands and knees in her bed with Bill pounding into her from behind, his hands moving gently over a body in a delicious counterpoint to the hard thrusts of his hips.
Clawing at her sheets, Hermione came, calling Bill's name as she did so and he wasn't fair behind.
They collapsed on the bed together, covered in musk, sweat… and ink handprints.
"I told you a quill wasn't for that!" Hermione wailed.
Bill just shrugged and smiled, content.